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so cleverly she almost missed it, was a yellowed

envelope with her name.

Her hands trembled as she opened it.

Inside, she found two things: a photograph of a
woman who looked exactly like her, and a birth

certificate—hers. But something was off. Where her

parents’ names should’ve been, were names she had
never heard of.

Adopted.

She sank into the chair, staring blankly at the

wall. All this time, she thought she knew who she was.

Her parents, the accident, her life story—it had all
been… a version of the truth.

Tears blurred her vision, but not from sadness. It

was a mix of shock and strange relief. Her grandfather
hadn’t lied to her; he had protected her. He had waited

until she was strong enough to face the truth.

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